The Sky for Ara

Mahika Briana Samadya "Dy"

Time darted like an arrow. Just counting the days of Ara until the estimated day of birth. Her husband is starting to grow. Until he decided not to go to the store if it was not Ara who forced him.

“Five more days, loh .. I don't want to miss,” Aro's ring while holding a book wrapped in pink.

"This could be the day ahead, right?" Aro asked for Ara's approval.

Ara just shook her head, why is it that her husband is panicking so? What else if just a little see Ara's feet swollen. So, he'll be busy calling the Army midwife or obstetrician Ara.

“All pregnant women experience it, do not worry,” clear Midwife Army calm down, when Aro complained about the state of Ara a few days ago.

“Mas, may I want to meet Aunt Kinan Aunt Kinan,” said Ara that afternoon when both of them had just walked around the housing complex.

“You what?” Aro frowned, not understanding.

“We are sorry .. fear Aunt Kinan there is heartache the same we .. let no one ngeganjel in the heart,” clear Ara makes Aro think for a moment.

“You sure you want to meet Aunt Kinan?” Aro ensure.

“Sama Mbak Davina also .. I want to apologize,” sambar Ara.

Aunty Kinan aja belom, added Davina.

Aro shook his head, “ Make what, anyway?”

“Create my words the other day .. I'm afraid to offend him.” Ara who was sitting was about to move, but her movements were blocked by her husband.

Both of them were sitting in the living room.

“Where to?”

“Haus, drinking pen.” Ara smiled showing off her rows of teeth.

“I'll take.” Aro immediately stood up from his seat and ran into the kitchen.

“Jan run-run eh!” shouted Ara.

And there was a brucish sound from the kitchen. Then the sound of tap water flowed. Then the sound of clanking plates clashing.

“The habit of closing the refrigerator is so great, it's a mess of its own as well," murmured Ara, sure the sound just now is the sound of the refrigerator door slammed by her husband.

Before long the man came to bring warm water in a large glass and red apples that he had just washed, had not been cut.

“Can not if close the refrigerator do not need to use the sound ?” nagel Ara.

“Very yes?” Aro grimaced, feeling caught red-handed.

“Ngakgak satisfied if no sound,” continued Aro while cutting apples into small parts.

“The same cake again with you .. not satisfied if you do not sound,” he continued joking while nudging Ara's arm with his elbow.

“Iih!” Ara hit her arm back. “Omes,” he continued sneering.

Aro laughs, “ Kok know o mes?”

“Did! ngeselin!” Ara grunted in annoyance.

“She was thirsty,” comments Aro while lifting a glass. “Drink first, jan nagging on.” Aro put the end of the glass on his wife's lips.

“I can do it myself!” Ara grabbed the glass and made the water in it spill onto her shirt.

"It's gonna spill!" peekkik Ara's.

"I was wrong again?" sindir Aro while eating a small piece of apples.

Ara pushed her eyes, made Aro laugh and then pushed the glass slowly to Ara's lips.

"Drink first!" Aro guided Ara to take a sip of her drink immediately. "Do you want to use another way to drink it?" godanya.

Ara downed half the glass, a warm feeling running down her throat to her stomach. Comfortable.

"Well, can't you always lead to those cake things?" Ara protest.

Aro laughed, stabbed with a fork a small piece of apple and then fed it to Ara.

"Can, no?" urge Ara with her mouth chewing.

"No way," Aro answered honestly then quickly filled Ara's mouth with an apple before the woman spoke again.

"Ngaselin!" Ara frowned irritably by pursing her lips and curling her eyes.

"I seriously want it." Aro put the apple into his mouth.

Ara was ready to wait for a question from her husband who was chewing. It looked funny because the man was chewing while holding a smile. Ara was suspicious of the question her husband was going to ask.

"So it's not?" Ara laughed as her husband laughed as well.

"It's not, is it, it's not clear!" murmur Ara, annoyed. Her husband laughed and even hid his face with both hands.

"By the way, just laughed!" Ara pulled both of Aro's hands that were covering her face.

"Abis you born I fasted how long?"

No, I was suspicious from earlier. Fuck up!

"Three months!" ara replied steady with a serious face making her husband gawk while Ara moved and left her husband into the room because Magrib was soon greeting.

An jiiir three months, can only see the doang?

***

According to Ara's wishes, Aro will take his wife to the hospital where Aunt Kinan is being treated tomorrow. At about 11:00, they arrived at RSJ, Grogol, West Jakarta.

The two headed straight for Aunt Kinan's ward. Before being allowed to enter, the two of them waited in the space that had been provided.

Ara's eyes were fixed on a barred brown gate with the words welcome to house of love at RSJ Grogol. There also appears the writing of a besuk clock that is, noon at 11:00 until 12:00 WIB. Then afternoon at 16:00 until 17:00 WIB.

Shortly a key was opened. Then a guard who was a man wearing brown batik let Ara and Aro in. Before meeting Aunt Kinan, the two do the register first.

Aunt Kinan was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing a mukena.

"The situation is much better" whispered the officer.

"Don't be long, Mom." The officer reminded.

"And don't talk too much" the officer said before leaving.

Ara and Aro slowly approached Aunt Kinan. He was treated in a 1st class guesthouse with comfortable facilities.

"Assallamualaikum, Aunt." Aro very carefully greeted Aunt Kinan

The woman raised her head that had been bowed. Looking blankly at Ara and Aro in turn.

"How are you?" asked Ara kindly with a smile.

Aunt Kinan even cried, without a sound just sobbing. Ara and Aro were holding hands. There's a little fear when Aunt Kinan is hysterical. Be calm.

"Tante, I'm sorry for everything that happened ...." Although he did not know what was wrong, Aro said like that first.

"We don't know each other yet, but Ara still apologizes to Aunt Kinan. For all that hurts Auntie," said Ara crying.

Ara wanted to hug Aunt Kinan, but stopped for fear of even disturbing the calmness of the woman.Tante Kinan nodded with a slight smile on his lips. Although not talking, there was a peaceful look as his eyes looked back at Ara and Aro alternately.

Aunt Kinan was depressed after Rea died. Assisted by Davina and her husband, the woman was placed in the RSJ with the best facilities and comfortable. With maximum service, his condition continues to improve. He was even very obedient and easily taught about religion.

As per the officer's suggestion, Ara and Aro did not say much. After the crying of Aunt Kinan subsided. Both go home.

"I'm relieved, see the condition of Aunt Kinan was not as sad as I imagined." Ara with the rest of the crying spoke to her husband when the two were already in the car.

"You are very good, dear .. when he was evil, but even you are the first to apologize. Awesome," praised Aro as he gave his two thumbs up.

"I'm sorry it opens up who's right who's wrong." Ara sneered, not liking to be praised excessively.

"But a form of self-control so as not to feel the most right. Many mistakes occur due to accident. And, often yes, we do not want to say wrong or not feel wrong."

"Any right now, we feel right when it could aja Aunt Kinan also feel hurt. That's why I wanted to apologize first."

"Before we are separated by death. We'd better forgive each other. Life is a mystery, while death is the ultimate decree."

Ara pounded her shoulders, she felt like she was the president in speech, because her husband just stared at her. The man focused his head on the steering wheel with his eyes fixed on Ara. Makes Ara embarrassed.

"Don't buy that cake, huh!" Ara covered her face with her sling bag.

"You are more serious if more beautiful," praised Aro instead make Ara cover her face.

"Let's go!" ara shouted diverting the conversation.

"Road or am I coming down?" threatening Ara pretended to open the door when Aro did not start the car immediately.

"Yes the way ...."

"To Davina's mother's house!" Ara reminded her husband.

Arriving at Davina's house, the woman looks clumsy to welcome the arrival of Ara and Aro. Not lingering, Ara immediately apologized to Davina who was welcomed by Davina.

"I should be the one apologizing" Davina said.

"Yes, we forgive each other," Ara replied making Davina smile at him.

Both arrived at the house when the sky began to gray, but the time is still showing at 14:00 WIB. It might rain. Ara and Aro were greeted by her father and her mother as soon as they got out of the car.

"Ara has to, yeah diem in mom's house." Dad as usual without further ado.

"Can, Mas?" ara whispered to her husband who was sitting next to her.

"Want to?" Aro asked back.

Habits!

"You, let's go to the Army midwife. Because he boisterous as leaked he said if you have to go to my clinic."

"Yes it can be." Aro nodded.

***

After packing all the things he needs, Aro and their future daughter. That night, Ara went to Mom's house.

"Tomorrow to the shop, Mas. I'll be able to mami at home later," Ara persuaded while the two were on their way to the mami house.

"No need to be boisterous" he continued with his hands rubbing his stomach.

If I may be honest, there is currently a little heartburn attacking him. Ara tried not to grimace, could make her husband.

"No way, it's safe .. if there's Omar, '" Aro argued without looking at Ara.

Good, just now Ara grimaced with the heartburn.

Arriving at home mami, it turns out there is already a mother and Tala there. The three women of different ages greeted Ara with warmth.

"I went to Mar first, yeah, honey ...." Aro passed by while peeping Ara's forehead after experiencing mami and mother.

"Mami Temenin's done with the shirt, Mas ...." Mami followed Aro's steps dragging a suitcase and one large baby bag.

Ara immediately sat down as she felt heartburn again.

"I was mules little .. but trying to close so that Mas Ar does not ripple and panic." Ara let out a slow breath.

"False contraction of the cake," continued Ara while opening her hijab.

"The mother also used to be fitting Abang Za's birth with Mas Ar," recalls Mother.

A beautiful moment when giving birth to her twin babies decorated with drama by her husband. Will her son be her husband too?

Hearing Abang Za, Tala bit her upper and lower lips in turn.

Why does my heart shake just because it is called? Brother ....

"Eh, Tala, how come you're here?" Ara's mouth was gone, she felt better.

"This ...." Tala showed me her wedding invitation letter.

"Wawaw wiwaw .. I can't be bridsm0aid dong!" peekkik Ara's.

"Cepet healthy after birth .. You have to come anyway!" reply Tala with eyes that suddenly inundated clear liquid.

"What do you want?" seloroh Ara focused more on the invitation letter than on Tala's red face.

Ara quickly got an answer, when she turned her head Tala was covering her mouth with one hand making the mother sitting next to her pull Tala into an embrace.

"Bun da .. ak ku ...."

Sure, Tala was sobbing a sedan with her shoulders shaking violently. He gripped the shoulder of the Earth with both hands.

"Sa-kit, Bun," Tala muttered between sobs that made the Earth shed tears.

The earth can do nothing. Can't do.

Ara stared at the interaction of the two with a clueless look. He was confused by the situation before him. Marriage should make you happy, right?

***

Ara had difficulty closing her eyes last night, although her breathing was not as heavy as usual. He started to feel bad. When about to wudu for tahajud prayer, he found thick mucus brownish on his underwear.

He immediately contacted the Army midwife and told her of her condition. His lower back and stomach hurt. Plus the waist that feels hot to the stomach. He also feels pressure around the pelvis.

"Go to the clinic, I'm also on the way abis this."

Ok, Ra .. kalem.

When her husband went to the mosque, he immediately met the mother who was still on the prayer mat using a mukena.

"Mommy ...." Ara walked slowly towards her mother.

Mami stood looking at Ara's pias face.

"Mommy, Ara apologize yes .. sorry for all Ara's wrong to mami ...." Ara nourishes tears.

"Darling? you're feeling it?" Mami caught both of Ara's cheeks. Ara nodded calmly.

"Sorry, Ara ...."

"Darling, the wrong one is Mami to you .. You are the best, not once make it wrong to mami." Mami kissed Ara's face.

"Mommy calls Mommy, huh?" Mami immediately picked up the phone on the nightstand and then contacted the mother.

Meanwhile, Ara went back outside the mama's room. She went to the kitchen, with heartburn not yet gone, and the woman decided to make toast for her husband to eat breakfast.

With a slow movement, five sticks of Ara toast were prepared on the dining table alongside the sugar-sweetened stone tea.

He had to have breakfast before he knew my condition.

Mom soon approached Ara along with her husband who had just come from the mosque.

"Mas, breakfast immediately," Ara bargained hide the heat on his back, waist to stomach.

The man certainly did not argue. He sat down on a chair facing the dining table and began to devour his wife's bread.

"Is it ready?" whisky mami.

Ara nodded, "In the bag of dedek is complete."

Her husband was serious about his food. A few minutes later, greetings were heard from the living room. That's dad and mom.

"I went ahead to see Mother," said Ara and asserted by Aro. He still enjoys his tea.

While Ara was meeting her mother, she went to Ara's room to pick up a baby bag.

Mother looked worried, she immediately rubbed Ara's back as soon as the woman approached her.

"Hot huh? it hurt?" Mother looked worried.

"Gurih, Mommy," Ara always makes Akash laugh instead.

"Mother ... Father," murmured Ara then sat down and followed by her parents.

Now Ara is sitting flanked by father and mother.

"I'm sorry Ara's been so wrong, Dad, Bun." Ara turned her head alternately to the two figures she loved so much.

"Thank you dearly to Ara in the best way possible," Ara continued with perfectly shedding tears.

"Darling, you never made a mistake with us." Mother so joined in crying and embracing Ara's shoulder.

"Udah, Darling ... I can't bear to, let's just go to the clinic. Ara don't think macem-macem .. We all never feel Ara doing anything wrong. It is precisely we who should apologize, maybe so far not good in educating and giving affection." Akash rubbed his daughter's head.

"No!" argue Ara fast.

"Popey love Daddy and Mommy is the best .. Even Ara is afraid of not being able to balesnya," continued Ara still crying.

"Honey, with you pregnant with our grandchildren it's been amazing .. You've given the best for us." Mother kissed the face that was soaked by those tears.

"You've managed to bring Mas Ar back to the right path, that's the thing we can't pay back with anything, something that even mom and dad can't do."

"It was not me who made Mas Ar change, but the prayers of Father and Mother who had knocked on his heart. I'm just an intermediary," Ara's chelates then grimaced as the heartburn spread.

"We're leaving now?"

"Before, Ara to Mas Ar first." Ara stood up after the heartburn was gone again.

The man he wanted to meet had just finished washing his hands at the sink. He was a little confused as Ara smiled at him.

"Mas, are you full?" tanya Ara held back tears not to shed back.

"Alhamdullillah." Aro smiled back.

Ara got closer, she put her hand on Aro's neck.

"Nowditch!" his word made Aro comply.

Ara kissed her husband's forehead, eyes, and cheeks.

"Mas, I'm sorry I'm so much wrong .. I like snapping, like to be whole, like to be loud, bulging, maksa, love to argue .. sorry," whispered Ara complains of all her bad behavior.

"Darling, you suddenly ...."

"Oh O Allah .. Now we go to the clinic!"

"I'm sorry, first" Ara.

"Yes, I'm sorry .. but you never make a mistake. I like everything you said."

"Why do you like it?"

"Because you are only to me and in front of me. That means you completely believe in me. And I'm the only person money can make you yourself without hiding."

Ara nodded in agreement, in front of her husband she could be her true self. The effective side, the angry side, he took it all out

"We're leaving now!" Aro slowly released Ara's hand which was coiled around her neck

"Mas don't panic, don't be boisterous" Ara said.

So who does this really want to be? who should be appeased?

"Okay, I stay calm .. let's go!" Aro even looked dazed. Even he was unconscious still wearing a sarong, cocoa and complete with peci.

The two walked slowly away from the kitchen. In the living room, mom, mom and dad are waiting.

"Doain0 yes everything ...." Ara looked at one by one the people who were looking at her worriedly.

Aro was no longer able to withstand his panic. His hands were shaking in Ara's arms. The sweat on the forehead just pours out. He even felt his knees go weak. Ara looked more relaxed. The woman was holding her stomach in the cradle of her husband towards the clinic opposite the house.

When he arrived at the clinic, the Army Midwife was ready with everything. He immediately checked Ara's physical condition.

"Great can be this calm," praised the Army Midwife to Ara after finding Ara in good shape. Tension and others under normal circumstances.

Ara just smiled, she had only cut off the taste that was really difficult to describe. Unfortunately on mother and mother peaked just like that. This is what they used to feel when they were about to give birth. What else imagine a mother who is only accompanied by her friends. Giving birth to Ara with a depressed condition.

Ara hugged one by one the people before her before lying down to check in as per the Army midwife's orders.

"I love you guys" he said.

As he was about to get into bed, he felt his stubbornness break. Characterized by a warm liquid running down his thigh. But do not dare to say, let the Army midwife know for herself.

"Ra ... opening 9 ... You anything can be this calm?" the Midwife Army Ring.

"Ati, Ceya, Hesti, get ready .. the family is a bit away to the back a little bit ... Mas Ar held Ara's back, yeah ...." The Army midwife gave the order.

Mother and mother obey what the Army midwife says. While dad opted out.

"I pray first" whispered the father to the mother.

Aro himself immediately did as the Army midwife ordered. His palm was busy wiping the sweat on Ara's forehead. Trying to calm down, because I promised Ara not to panic.

"Now, Ra ...."

"Just sit down, Ra ... Do you understand? bent leg. Mas Ara hold Ara's back!" Once again the Army midwife gave the order.

Of course, Ara had already started to feel like having a bowel movement. She took regular breaths by being whispered by her husband

"Allahu Akbar."

"La ilaha illa anta subhanaka inni kuntu minadzalimin."

"Astaghfirullahaladzim Innallaha Ghofurrohim."

As the urge grew stronger, Ara continued to be passionate and unceasing.

"I love you, Ara ... strong, dear," whispered Aro in between her remembrance.

"OK, Ra ... complete!" the cry of the Army Midwife after a while the birth canal was perfectly open.

Ara herself had felt a push from within earlier, but she was holding back.

"Push, Ra ....!"

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim .. emmh."

While Aro by holding Ara's back continues to chant dikr and can not be separated to kiss the tip of his wife's head.

"Again, Ra ...." Army midwives are happy because Dede's head is already in sight

"Bismillahirahmanirahim, Allahu Akbar ...."

And, crying is as tight as the baby that has been waiting for. Born safely and normally. Four days ahead of the forecast day. After waiting for a while, the Army Midwife cut the umbilical cord. Then drain the baby's body parts from blood and mucus.

"Ci ...." The Army midwife handed the baby over to Ceya to be weighed.

"Wow, four kilos fit!" Ceya returns the baby to the Army Midwife.

"IMD yes, Ra .. undress. The hijab is open first," suggested the Army Midwife.

Ara was really messy, even her hair was poking out a lot.

The red baby was immediately placed by the Army Midwife on top of Ara's stomach. He with his eyes closed, trying to achieve what he wants to achieve. Aro certainly looked affectionately at his little daughter.

"I take ari-ari yes, Ra ...."

While Ara and Aro looked at each other while throwing a happy smile then both looked at their little daughter. The fruit of love Ara and Aro.

"Wow, Ra .. little to stitch .. babby is too big to turn out, make a little tear. Just a little," tell the Army midwife.

"Alhamdullillah"

The room was filled with gratitude. Aro then grabbed his wife's face and showered her with a kiss.

"Thank you Ara .. thank you, dear .. congratulations, it has become the most beautiful and great bubu." And the kiss continued without a care for the Army Midwife down there sewing hers.

"Only three stitches, Ra ... Great you!" praise the Army Midwife.

Then mother and mother took turns to give Ara congratulations. Although still weak, Ara certainly did not forget to continue to review the smile.

"What's his name, Mas?" ask Earth.

"Mahika Briana Samadya."

"The strong boy who remains simple."

While the red baby who lay face down in Ara's stomach continues to try to achieve what he wants to achieve.

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